Psychedildo 1/2

Hallow be the name of the cadavers in your prison’s deepest reaches I’ve previously found my internal drive privy to being facetious Don’t trust a stranger Never trust a neighbor Stick to routine you don’t owe em any favors In a southern home covered in leaves cultivating a proper understanding of the tilt and lean His exodus prior to the flipping of the switch was thus named cult classic by no one but his memoirs First fist shake at dawn lends your sons out to the wolves And I’m digressing Found my honest heart between a rock and a soft space Grew my manga collection while learning Mirror-Talk Raised a pup-dog who prefers to sleep beneath a crawl space Arizona Mango If you’re buying, here’s a dollar for some papers and a new name If you need reminding, here’s a list of all the people I’m ashamed of It’s important to check it twice in case the fame fails I harbor enough slime in my spit to hold you stuck beneath the bus where you belong And fuck getting air time Praise to the Jazz-Hop Brain-melter mathrock Peace, Love, and Rose buds Shockwaves, Anarchy, Netflix, and warm hugs If it doesn’t hit my heart I don’t spit it My flow is textbook read not slick-committed I’ve got a bitch who hits the kitchen and I don’t have to hit or hurt her she just likes how the fuck I’m living Son of Earnest That’s honest I’m always humble, I promise Must not sleep, man that’s homage Words like swords, gotta gauntlet I still clean my conscious with cloak and soap and dagger Pocket full of monsters and a hidden step with swisher-sweet swagger Can a homie get a blunt in rotation? Can a homie get a homie to remind him what feeling safe is? I think my fellow students have been absent for the past tens and corn dog Sloppy seconds ain’t the preference but they’re gettin what I’m givin And I’m still in the room with the same stoned view and a lateral pass to the next dude Never in my life have I seen so many vultures in my peripherals I think they’ve come to harvest now that winter’s left me shaken and abused Best believe I’ve got some tricks up these sleeves Drench my self-expression in your favorite flavor of vitirol And decide exactly when and where you actually understand the fucking clues